exclamation point

“have no illusions boy. vomit all ideas & serve” -“snakecharmer,” by rage against the machine

an orgasm

a gunshot

a gunshot while

having an

orgasm

holding a gun

while

getting off

getting off

while having

a moment of

climax

after being shot

through the

window

holding the wound

while your heart

beats slower &

slower

from before being

faster & faster

the juices all over now

the gun smoking

the bullet hole

through the window

the genitalia of both

or more parties

dripping will sullen

conquest & mixed

emotions of submission

& fury

a bag of words thrown

out while exclaiming

during all the rush of

blood to your hips

to your chest

to your lips

to your trigger finger

to the swatting of the

remaining smoke

after the bludgeoning of the

bullet now embedded in

your torso with the deep

red now pouring down all

extremities

we shout and our voice is

punctuated in the midst of

all the other sounds

that superior human

squawk that sounds off as if

there were no other sounds in

the atmosphere---sad but true

that we believe we are the

only intelligent forms of

anything here---smart enough

to build up weapons angry

at each other killing off the

environment around us

killing off the people that we

don’t agree with all around

us---click boom---click boom---

click---another one hits the

pavement.